RUN FROM THE DISILLUSIONARY Take 1
by Barbara E. Spidell
Run from the Disillusionary
He sat at the table talking on the imaginary phone- I guess it was a 'pay'.
I had to use my imagination. It looked like pantomime.
...a welcome break in my day, something to watch
He demanded money, as I went unnoticed, but then he walked away.
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